When I’m gone, I thought, all I’ll have is this, the memories and fading marks.
I needed to get lost in him, to chase away the edge of sadness that had already wrapped itself around me before I even needed to grieve it. I was here, for now. I was still here.
“Maybe a little,” I managed, my voice hoarse. My hands slid along the front, fingers finding the button that too easily came undone.
Jonah took the hint, sliding off me and kicking off his jeans. Then, his attention turned to me; he removed my skirt and tights, taking my underwear with them, leaving me naked in front of him. He blinked heavily, his gaze raking over my entire body, his chest heaving for breath as a new expression cast itself over his features.
I smirked with the assumption that, like others before him, he’d lost himself in me. My hand snaked down between my legs, pressing a finger there. Gasping, I said, “Like what you see?”
He didn’t react, his expression unchanging, that dark shade still a mystery.
I stopped, slowly pushing up from the bed to sit up, my hand reaching out to his bare thigh. “You okay?” I asked, swallowing my desperation away.
Wordlessly, his hand found mine and pulled it to his mouth, kissing the back of my palm softly. “I need a minute,” he said, the elastic band around my heart loosening somewhat.
“Is it…Do you feel…” I trailed off, a river of confidence and self-assurance running dry.
“I feel it too, Kit,” he confirmed.
From his tone, I knew exactly what he meant. How this thing between us had so quickly become everything. It was every moment we got to spend together. How precious it all was. How these days had been the best of my life.
The reminder of that deadline reared its head again. That even if I gave us a few days, it’s stillonlydays. There were a number of hours we had to spend with each other before it all came to an end, and after that…what would be left?
I pushed up to meet him, my lips pressed against him, my hands on his jaw, my eyes closed as I committed it to memory.“Pretend with me,” I said, the lump in my throat impossible to ignore. I had to blink away tears before I continued, “Like we have all the time in the world.”
He swallowed, silently nodding in agreement as his hand rose to my chin, sliding along and pushing some of my free hair behind my ear. “Pretend we are each other’s forever.”
It nearly broke me, the gut-wrenching longing in his voice. I held it all back, shoving it down into the dark, hollow expanse inside of me, along with everything else.
Instead, I kissed him, and he instantly tangled up in me. A hand pushed back my hair, gripping the back of my head, as his lips pressed to mine and his fingers slid between my thighs, finding my core.
We fell back to the mattress, lost in each other, doing as we agreed. I teased his length through his briefs, eliciting a hiss of need from between his teeth. His head pushed back as I gripped him through the thin material, the tip already wet.
His fingers continued to press at my clit, finding a perfect rhythm against the bucking of my hips, the wild, frantic need that had simmered returning to a rolling boil.
I rolled to my knees, turning my attention to him as I pulled off the briefs and teased him with my mouth, the taste of him familiar. His brown eyes watched as I ran my tongue flat up his long length, mesmerized as my mouth pulled at the tip, before I took him in between my lips and a symphony of desperate moans left him.
His head tilted back, his lips bucking for control. “Can I…” He struggled to get the words out as I sucked and lapped at his cock, every attempt a hiss between gritted teeth. “Can I use your mouth?”
In answer, I took him deeper, allowing him to fuck my mouth to his rhythm, giving into him: mind, body, and soul.
He swore again as he used me, his mouth open on a needy gasp. “You’re so good for me, London.”
I wanted him to be as rough as I could take. Needed him to push me right to the edge and take another step. My fingers gripped at his thick thigh, feeling the strong muscle underneath. I wanted this as much as I wanted him, to find his pleasure, to bear witness to it.
Jonah’s hand knotted in my hair, finding purchase as he grew confident and rough, controlling me as he needed. “Fuck,” he whispered, every tug of his fist travelling straight down my body to my needy cunt. I was ready for him, soaking the bedsheets beneath me.
He was breathless when his hand uncurled, his body almost shaking as if he had to hold himself back from coming.
I wiped at my mouth, cocky smirk undeniable. “Enjoy that?”
“You’re incredible, Kit.” He let out a heavy breath that seemed to relax his entire body. “I want to feel you around my cock.”
I didn’t need another word from him, finding a condom in the bedside cabinet. The last one in the box. Another unnecessary reminder that this was almost over.
I pushed it away as he rolled it over his cock.
Pretend, I reminded myself as I climbed on top, his hardness pressing against me.This is forever.
